Thinking of Him

Cherry red lips
Upon that tanned skin
Mean's nothing to me
Cuz I'm thinking of him

Time and again
You try to loose me in space
It doesn't mean anything
Cuz I see only his face

You take me out
But all the while
I'm thinking of him
And of his smile

No matter what happens
No matter the plans
I'm thinking of him
Of the way that he stands

My every movement
Is directed to him
To help him with
His every whim

Pearly white skin
That's been tanned to perfection
Makes me do anything
To gain his affection

I love him so deeply
And now he is mine
I am so lucky
That him I did find